Posts Tagged 'direction'

267. What is there?

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Thinking again about the choice of doing the blog as my direction.

It may feel as if I am an ant, crawling on a topographical map, among hills and valleys in brown and green. And it can also be seen as if I am the sky that is getting involved with the hills, the valleys and the ants.

Somehow it seems that doing the blog is the most forgiving occupation. It doesn’t hold you to a verbally defined commitment. You have seen it going in different directions. One day it was centered on poetry as it looks at life in a fluid way, not entrapped in what seems to be reality, but flowing away from boundaries of shape and time.

Another day I looked at my subconscious beliefs, as they could be detected in my artwork. These beliefs are what mask the truth.

Sometimes discussions of artworks spilled over to glimpses of how things are in these ever-changing worlds, yours and mine.

It can go anywhere.

And don’t forget that it started as a description of self-healing, and almost instructional pieces about the method that I came to find, use and share, and you could read how I viewed the sources of illness (In the ’About’ page).

This is why choosing a direction settled quite easily, in the end, into taking this blog-making as my thread, the line in the middle of my path of choosing and doing. It is a direction without a goal, but with a compass. It has no end. And I’m sure that along the way I’ll be healed from the physical ailments and more and more clearly will be living as an expression of the truth, knowingly.

For one year, when I was 21, I worked as a surveyor’s assistant in a copper mine. Two of us, the assistants, were given the geologist’s instructions to the miners about which direction to dig now, and we descended into the dark tunnels with headlights, heavy batteries attached to our belts and the surveying equipment, to mark with little metal pegs that we hammered into the rocks, which are the new directions in the different faces of the mine.

Sometimes we sneaked away to some neglected, dead end tunnel, far from the noise and sweat of the digging machines. We would sit quietly on the damp earth and turn off the lights on our helmets. We would be then in total darkness, such that you cannot find outside of the mine.

The world would disappear and we would hold our breath.

Why do people do things like this?

I think it is to find the truth. What is there, when everything is gone?

What is there?

249. Who?

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Which direction do you grow?

To where the joy will take me.

What do you hold on to?

Nothing.

And who is looking at you?

I alone look at me.

There is nobody else

Anywhere.

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This is what we can do and this is what we are here for as therapists or healers or whatever.

We only have to assist everything that comes from inside of us in going its way out. It will go if we let it go.

It is all so simple.

So here is what I am letting go of today, this morning, after a night and after a day and after a night and a day and a week and a month and two month and seven years of pain that crawls on you at night and crawls on you in the day and makes you tremble, and makes your nervous system shake day and night, and who makes your body tense, even as you sleep. There is not much that I can do directly with the pain, I have learned this already. I can work at it as we work on changing the direction of a rowboat in the water. We stop rowing in the way we did. We start rowing in the direction we want to go. The boat will still go some more in the direction it was going before, because of the momentum. But eventually, at some point, and it is hard to know exactly where this point is, the boat will be going in the new direction. Not exactly as we planned, but still, in the direction that you want to go. Maybe it will turn out to be even better than you thought?

And how do we let go of things? How do we let go of the old direction?

We just see them from a deeper state. That’s all we have to do. A deeper state means that it is the energy of the truth of who we are. The endless love, the endless joy.

And how do we start rowing in the direction we want to go?

We just stay more in the energy of who we are.

All is a play.

And what a wonderful playing it is.

Go ask Gaugin

Go ask Gaugin 

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With the beliefs that I have made

With the trees in me

With the beauty and craziness of it all

In me

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Take the trees for example

Growing from the hard earth

Like habits

Drinking the blood of the fields

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Look at the grimace on my face

It is coming out now

From memories

Of colors in the past

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